LXII. The Absorption

Dag lowered himself and plunging his hand in the blood, repeating the same procedure as before.

After ingesting another moderate amount of blood, the other eye also began to become purple.

Hjalmar was on the ground and couldn't move.

Looking Dag in the eye, an evil smile was painted on his face.

Slowly moving his hand towards his face, he took off his bone mask, showing his true face.

It was disgusting.

He didn't have a nose, which probably had been severed. Under his eye, his cheek was completely hollowed out and the bone of his skull was visible to the naked eye.

The upper part of his jaw, completely cut, showed his teeth.

Dag was struck by a detail.

On the forehead of the King Of Bones, a rune was tattooed.

It was "Iss", the same rune Myr engraved on his cage to prevent him from using his powers: the "rune of isolation".

Hjalmar was holding his true powers, which were contained in his body!

"I guess you.....got it" Hjalmar said with a hoarse voice.

As Dag tried to realize what was about to happen, Hjalmar grabbed a small knife from his trousers' pocket.

In a decisive gesture, he cut off his forehead, removing the flap of skin on which the rune was tattooed.

"Aaaaagh!"

He uttered a superhuman scream, similar to Myr's voice when he was possessed by the Xis.

Dag stepped back and looked at his Master.

Magni's body was back to normal. He kept looking at the scene, in disbelief.

"Go away, Master. This is my battle" Dag said, staring him in the eye.

Magni added nothing more and walked back, without taking his eyes off Dag and Hjalmar.

The undeads remained motionless.

Some of them began to walk slowly towards Hjalmar.

"Tagha'! Vitu' qod jih!" said Hjalmar, his hand resting on the ground, looking down.

Dag stepped back again from Hjalmar.

The first undead came near him. He lowered himself towards the King and touched him behind his back.

Hjalmar suddenly grabbed the arm of the undead.

Emitting paranormal noises, the undead began to melt on himself: his limbs slipped along Hjalmar's arm and back, entering into him.

"HoshoH.... Hos!" shouted Hjalmar. His voice had become much more serious, demonic.

The other undeads approached him, repeating the same process as the first of them. Hjalmar's body continued to grow.

His pants and boots began to tear, unable to hold all that mass.

The undeads were feeding Hjalmar, making him a gigantic demonic being.

There were about 20 undeads left in the room. Hjalmar had already absorbed about ten of them.

From one of the pockets of his trousers, the horseshoe necklace fell to the ground.

Dag managed to grab her, walking away soon after.

Finally, the No.10 emblem was back in his hands.

He put it in his pocket.

"Master, we must stop the ritual!" shouted Dag toward Magni, who nodded his head, without asking for an explanation.

Magni charged towards a group of undeads, beginning to kill them one by one.

Dag did the same.

After a few minutes, every Renegade in the room was dead.

There were only three people left.

Dag, Magni and that kind of demon, which used to be Hjalmar.

In total, Hjalmar had managed to absorb 12 undeads.

He rose from the ground, turning slowly toward Dag and his master.

He was unrecognizable.

Two huge horns pierced his skull and rose upwards.

His skin had become purple: the muscles of his body seemed much more powerful than before.

The height and weight of that creature exceeded the physical characteristics of the previous Hjalmar.

From his lower jaw sprouted two sharp tusks, similar to those of a wild boar.

The nails in his hands had grown out of proportion, becoming claws.

"What... What the fuck are you!?" asked Magni from afar, watching the new Hjalmar take shape.

The purple demon began to roar as if it were a ferocious beast.

Dag remained impassive.

Hjalmar looked at him.

"Dah chay' pen biHegh!" shouted Hjalmar.

Dag had never heard that language. It certainly wasn't part of that planet, nor of any domination of human beings.

It looked like an older language. It was supposed to be the Xis.

Anyway, he could not understand it, but it did not seem anything friendly.

Hjalmar charged towards Dag. The floor vibrated every step of the way.

He tried to hit him with a powerful punch, but Dag lowered himself, dodging it and punching him in the stomach.

The impact of Dag's fist caused a rumble that echoed across the room as if he had just hit a rock.

Hjalmar did not move an inch and threw another punch at Dag from above, hitting him on the head and causing him to fall to the ground.

Hjalmar's power had increased dramatically.

Continuing to roar in rage, Hjalmar repeatedly tried to hit Dag, stomping with his foot on the ground, but he managed to dodge the blows and get up.

Dag looked at Hjalmar's weapon across the room.

Suddenly, Magni dashed in that direction, as if he had understood the intentions of his young pupil.

Dag began throwing punches at Hjalmar, distracting him from Magni.

All the fists hit Hjalmar, who stepped back little by little, beginning to feel some pain.

Suddenly the purple demon moved his arm quickly and with a violent blow, he hit Dag with the back of his hand, throwing him flying meters away.

Dag got up, after falling with his back on the ground.

He clenched his fists and activated Call Of The Berserkr.

His power increased again. The muscles of his arms and legs swelled further, and the blood pumped from his heart swelled his veins.

Normally, Dag would not be able to use that skill for the second time, but thanks to the power he had managed to acquire through Myr's blood and the absorption of the undead, he did not feel fatigued and was able to activate Call Of The Berserkr again.